i hear my love,
young,
loud,
faint to judge.
i hear the young man’s heart through my ears
it is me.
and his mouth is pouring but i hear hers
it wrenches me
i am bitter
angry.
i lose my breath.
my death,
the puzzle of puzzles,
which we call being.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
To be in any form, what is that?
Mine is no callous shell,
I merely am a new identity.
Flames and ether
My flesh and blood
They with no consideration enjoy to worry me
They all come to assist me
I am carried up by traitors
And the greatest traitor,
I myself
Carried me there.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
Kneel before me at your white porcelain altar.
Sacrifice the bits of pieces you had stashed away inside,
Place them inside the holy not holy water.
Watch each piece and place where they were from.
Sacrifice to me
For I am your goddess.
Your martyrdom will be known throughout
For you died for the lives of animals, for their rights to live
By being staked- refusing steak
Not for the 679 other reasons you decided to say no.
Die a martyr for me
For I am your goddess.
Wear red rubies along your wrists.
No one will ask where they’re from or how long you’ve had them
But they will shake in fear for this rosary- your rosy cheeks
Is as holy as the blood I too have shed for you.
Bear my symbol
For I am your goddess
Do not fear the day I come to meet you at the gates.
Stand in your doorway arms outstretched.
Await me for I await- will weigh you.
Sleep at night and dream of my loving embrace
and my second coming,
For I am your goddess
Feel my not hands touch your not waist
And my not lips kiss your not face
For this is not me and this has never been you
Because you are a child
And I am a goddess
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
love is giving them your last bite of food
because you know it's their favorite
love is holding their hand when everyone crosses the street
because they don't have a partner
love is hugging them goodbye before you leave
even though you know you'll see them tomorrow
love is hiding in the castle (playground) during recess
because you want to play for five more minutes
love is being the first person you say hello to when you get to school
even before you say goodbye to your parents
love is that feeling you get in your stomach when you see them smile
it feels like the way marshmallows and candy makes you feel
love is having somebody who can make you smile.
even if you have a bad day
love is the stuff that people write poetry about
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
i watched as you lay with me
on an afternoon in the sun
your hair danced in the last summer breath
your eyes were closed, a smile blessed
your soft warm lips.
the ones i longed to kiss.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC